Our Senior Correspondent Goes Pelvic

You'll be happy to know that Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway safely last night. And fortunately for me, Mistress was in an indulgent mood. After I worshipped  clean shaven folds that were particularly musky after a long day of travel, she gave me the good news that my 40 or so hours of abstinence would not be extended until this morning.

When the dust settled after a sustained and successful assault by the work-a-day cock, Mistress seemed impressed. 

"Wow, Slave.... you must have been horny."

No doubt. It had been nearly two days, with an intervening date night for Mistress that Slave had to mull over, stoking those cuckold fires. 

But today's blog is devoted to a contribution by our Senior Correspondent, who can make even a trip to the doctor kinky: 

Long time no write. Well, I have been leaving pithy little comments here and there, but not really writing. The reason has to do with some on-going medical crap, but we're learning to deal and all is well.

I want to begin by sharing a personal insight: whether a submissive is healthy or ill, they are still submissive with all the needs, wants, and meaning wrapped up in those words. We continue to desire spankings, floggings, blindfolds, hot wax, and all the rest, as well as the opportunity to serve orally and physically. Of course you should check in to be sure your sub is up for it, but don't good Doms do that anyway? As for me, right now I really need a solid spanking, some anal sex and a butt plug, even yearn for it. And from the look on Bill's face when I threw a bit of snark his direction during breakfast this morning, my needs may be met quite soon. 


Speaking of anal sex and butt plugs, if those words bother you, perhaps you should skip today's blog. I will be covering, or uncovering, if you would rather, some information related to butts in an up close and personal way. 

On Monday, I had an appointment with a specialist who informed me that now is the time to see someone about bowel retraining. Immediately, those little questions that pop up for me at the most unfortunate times began running in circles through my brain. How does one retrain a bowel? I'm envisioning a lion tamer with a whip and chair yelling, "Back, back, I say!" Next question, who in the heck does that for a living? And really, does any child ever sit at the dinning room table and announce to their parents that when they grow up they want to be a bowel trainer? More and more questions came to mind, but Bill was watching my face and gave me his best staring from under the eyebrows look so I would understand he knew I was about to ask some of my "special" questions, and that he would prefer I not. 

So I didn't, but I must have made a face, because then the doctor informed me that the procedure would be "rather invasive" and he hoped it wouldn't upset me. I assured him that I wouldn't be upset and might even get a bit of a thrill, you never know. He sat there for a moment with a straight face, did a blink-blink, and then burst out laughing. Hey, as long as you can share a smile and a laugh, it's all good. Right?

Later that day, when the clinic called to set up my appointment, the girl on the phone had a very heavy accent. Just to be sure I understood who was calling, I asked whether she was calling from the bowel clinic. Her voice became very clipped as she informed me that the correct terminology is pelvic health clinic. That made me laugh, it's a lovely euphemism but no matter what it's called, the same procedures were going to take place. 

I headed out to my pelvic health appointment with my favorite hand sanitizer and a large can of Lysol spray in my backpack. I am happy to say the only thing painful about the appointment was the amount of paperwork I had to fill out. I suppose if you've never had anal sex or spent time with a decently sized butt plug you might considered it invasive, but I just continued visiting with the technician as she did her work, wondering when things were going to get ramped up. They didn't. The only unpleasantness had to do with the technician. Let me just say that I really think people in this line of work should refrain from gesticulating wildly while both hands are gloved and one hand still in a very warm location. I believe that was the first time in my life I have sincerely hoped that it was spit or little tidbits of leftovers from lunch being spat upon my back. 

The actual retraining involves bio-feedback. A device that looks like a tiny little wired dildo is inserted in the back door, attached to some monitors, and the retraining begins. I think on my next visit I'm going to take a decent size butt plug from my personal stash and see if she can't wire it up so I can get better results sooner!

Who knew BDSM would be so helpful, medically speaking?

Senior Correspondent,
Donna

Thanks, Donna. Please keep our readers up to date on how the therapy goes, and whether you can make the gesticulating therapist blush before you are done. Since you live down in the bible belt, I'm wondering if your therapy will be tricked out with something like this:

Slacker Reports for Duty

Our Senior Correspondent, who has been "free lancing" in parts unknown of late, surprised me with the following post over the weekend.  Maybe she's finally thinking about that lush year end bonus!

 

Well, it seems this Senior Correspondent for UCTMW has been slacking a bit. Okay, I’ve been slacking a great deal with the blog lately, but I’ve been keeping busy with a few other things.

I have been working with Claire Thompson, doing both beta and editing work on her latest book, The Story of Owen: One Man’s Submissive Journey, which was just released last week. You can read both the blurb and an excerpt at Claire’s website, if you like:  http://www.clairethompson.net/thestoryofowen.php .

To give you a hint, it’s the story of a man who has lived a vanilla existence, always knowing he needed something more – something different, but not able to pursue it. When Owen reaches the point he is ready to explore his submissive side, a friend gives him the business card of a Professional  Dominatrix and all kinds of things unfold from there. 

While this book has something to make every kinkster’s heart go pitter-pat, for those into sado-masochism I’ll share that one section I particularly enjoyed has predicament bondage with a cock and ball pillory. I also liked the bondage and flogging, but you may already know that’s a personal favorite for me.  

A unique thing about Claire is that she actually lives the lifestyle. She has been part of the BDSM community for many years and knows what she’s writing about. The book is erotic fiction, of course, but Claire keeps things in the realm of reality. Speaking of realism, see the headboard on the cover there? That is the very same style headboard Bill and I have on our bed. That, used in conjunction with the matching foot board, is perfect for handcuffing and bondage and all kinds of fun!

While I may be a slacker with the blog, I am never a lazybones when it comes to our sex life. One morning  last week I was getting ready to ask Bill about an interesting anal toy I had spotted on-line, but just then he decided there was something more important I could do with my mouth. He doesn’t like me to talk with my mouth full, especially when it’s filled with his cock or balls, so first I bestowing loving attention, licks, slurps and good morning kisses to his balls and moved on to licking and sucking on his cock with enough enthusiasm to bring him to the point of making all those beautiful, deep, male cumming noises. Then we talked about the toy pictured here.

It’s the Vibrating Anal Cone from Blush Novelties. See how it has that corkscrew look to it? I was thinking that on those days when you just know you’re going to get screwed over at work, you could wear one of these and know that at least part of the screwing you were getting was of your own choosing.  And it’s available at Amazon. Who knew?

Donna
Senior Correspondent

Our Senior and Western Correspondents' Tutorial on Spanking

It's Christmas morning here at the UCTMW World HQ. The tree is lit and the only creatures stirring are the cats, stalking a mouse in the basement, and old  (hardly a Saint) Mick preparing his daily post. 

KTAO, Our favorite Mountain West radio station is on, streaming what we have become used to as our Christmas soundtrack. And though it just doesn't seem like Christmas here in River City, with mild temperatures and not a snowflake in sight, we did enjoy Christmas Eve at my daughter's home, her two cute boys rampaging about, and both sides of her family gathered around a huge table. The torch has passed to a new generation for the Christmas Eve gathering, and that's a milestone to celebrate.

By the way, there was plenty of sexual action here at the World HQ too on Christmas Eve. There hot  wake-up sex before a bracing  bike ride. Then, well, Mistress seemed to get a little randy while I took my daughters to the Pussycats game here in River City. Her phone sex session with the WC only partially satisfied her appetite. Because after the family dinner, and a walk in our charming old neighborhood to enjoy the lights and stillness, she got out those long black leather gloves to taunt and tease "her" cock. And who was I to complain.....

But the special Christmas treat today is this remarkable collaboration by our Senior and Western Correspondents on how to give and accept a nice Holiday spanking.

Enjoy, and Merry Christmas to all!  

The WC:

Spanking is something that turns on almost all submissives

I use spanking as a broad term to encompass  spanking, paddling, strapping, caning, etc.

There are two types of spanking

Fun hot spanking used as sex play

And even hotter 

Real or disciplinary spankings

I like play spankings 

But I love to mete out real discipline!

It makes my cock rock hard every time

There was a kinkstress named Dorothy Spencer back in the 30's

She wrote a little book called the "Spencer Spanking Plan"

In that book she advocated spanking to solve marital arguments 

But the little minx had a twist

She said the wives could only be spanked by their husbands bare hand

But

She said the husbands should be spanked very hard with a hard wooden paddle

Little kinky Domme obviously!

The famous Spencer Spanking Paddle is named after her

It is a hard wood spanking paddle with holes drilled in it to reduce wind residence

In her book she said you should never give in to any pleas for mercy 

But, rather spank till the husband was truly contrite

Reminds me of Molly Collins

Whining and wheedling during switch day

"Oh but slave it hurts so terribly"  Please stop:)

But then when Mick fucks up

It is the shoehorn or riding crop till he grabs the sheets

But

 I know Mick loves it

Molly you should become more strict!

Nevertheless, I think it is very hot when a spouse can truly discipline the other spouse

The hottest sex B and I have is after a real spanking


Donna:

I have to say that I am not a huge fan of Spencer for those of us who are kinky. For vanillas, it's the bee's knees, and  I do  appreciate that there are some rules, like the one that says to never spank in anger. And I like the philosophy that once the punishment is over, it's over and the issue that resulted in the punishment won't be brought up again. However, I much prefer what to me is the sexier style of spanking that is part of the BDSM community.

There is the silent build-up that makes my stomach tingle and makes my pussy hot when I glance toward Bill and he has a finger, or two, or five raised and gives me a nod, letting me know that I have erred and the spanks are adding up. I know that the number of fingers I see is only a minimum, not the maximum, and not knowing for sure what the total will be adds edge, tension and a spontaneity that brings thought of both excitement and oh, crap! When Bill senses that I am needing more spanks, he continues, judging by my response what is right for that moment. It's a bit like that economics principle of what the market can bear.

The word bear, brings me to bare. Sometimes we're both naked for my spanking and sometimes he just pulls down my jeans or pulls up my nightie. A favorite of mine is when I am naked over his lap and he still has his clothes on. As he pushes down on my back,  I can feel his hard-on pushing against me through the fabric of his pants and the pain/pleasure waves begin.  After the spanking starts, a rhythm develops between swats and sweet rubbing and back to swats. The more my butt stings the harder Bill's erection becomes, and eventually my cries are two-fold: for him to stop and for him to take me.

Bill thinks I respond to each of the tools of spanking, the hand, flogger, cane or paddle just a bit differently, but says they all make me really horny!

After the session is over, there is always, always aftercare. That loving, rubbing, checking in with me that makes me feel so treasured. I suppose I would describe the aftercare as that same feeling as when I am overwhelmed in a crowd and I feel Bill put his arm around me and I instantly know I am safe and everything is going to be okay. It is a gift, an act of love.


The WC:

Regardless of the type of spanking I like the over the knee position the best

My hand for play spanking and a hairbrush for discipline

I put my right leg over her legs to make sure she cant wiggle away

I say "hand please" and make her give me her right hand which I hold in my left hand on the small of her back

This gives you great control of her

Before I demand the hand, I like to pull her bottom open to inspect her

Pry her labia open and jam a finger in her...embarrass her that she is wet...

Sometimes I put a butt plug up her bottom ....HOT! "Naughty girls get their bottoms stuffed and it makes their cunts drip, doesn't it?"

Yes sir...

I make her answer every question I ask...  also HOT!

If the spanking is a disciplinary one a stern lecture is also called for

"How many times have I told you not to do that young lady?"  punctuated by a hard swat from the hairbrush

"I'm going to blister your bare bottom young lady!"

"Oh you are sorry now?  "Not as sorry as you're going to be before I'm done with you!"

"I'm going to lay into your bottom till its bright red young lady!"

OMG that gets my cock rock hard  HOT HOT HOT!!!!

After I'm done it's easy to slip her off your lap on her knees and have her thank me and worship and suck my cock till I cum down her throat

Thanks, guys. You've both earned your Christmas Bonus. But what was particularly special was the photo of him in his "workshop" that the WC sent us to go with this post:

 

From Our Senior Correspondent: Where Man and Beast Live as One.

Mick has a daughter visiting from DC, and has to take her to the airport at an ungodly hour in the morning. So our Senior Correspondent Donna has graciously stepped into the void for this morning's entry. Thanks, Donna.

  Back when we lived in the land of alligators and hurricanes, each spring we would take a weekend away from the rest of the world and camp on the spoil islands, created by the sand dredged from digging channels to take missiles to the Cape in the 1960s. My lover man and I were just babes then and the small islands are now covered in scrub oaks, palms and lots and lots of sand. The only way to get to the islands is by boat, and we paddled to our island on sit-upon kayaks with our survival gear, tent, food and my crutches strapped on.

We set up our tent so the flap would open to the Indian River and the two of us would sit for hours watching the dolphins leap and play and the shrimp boats raise and lower their nets far off on the horizon. To lie beside Bill watching the sunrise was one of the sexiest times of my life. We were part of nature and cavorted and frolicked, sometimes as Dom and sub and sometimes as simple lovers.

Today I was out on the deck when a wind came up. We live out in the woods and the maples are just now offering their helicopter seeds to the world. As the wind picked up, the seeds swirled around me and the leaves on the white pines and red maples shimmied as the wind whistled through their branches. It was nature in its glory and for me that brings to mind sexy times. Obviously I was not the only one feeling it. As I stood there leaning against the railing, strong arms wrapped around me and fingers pinched my nipples, then slid down to hold me in a tight hug. I leaned back against Bill’s chest and felt the wind caress us both. After a few moments, Bill leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Bedroom, now!” I took care of a few necessary things and when I entered our bedroom, there was Bill, lying on the bed, legs spread wide, waiting for a warm mouth to suck his perfect cock. The sun was shining, the curtains billowed in the breeze, and the sound of birds singing and squirrels chattering came in the open windows. I hurriedly stripped down and joined my husband.

Bill said, “Name your one thing, now.” I chose butt plug, and he just nodded. That is my part of the love-making input when Bill is in full Dom mode. I am permitted to name one thing I want to do or wear or use, and Bill considers it while I get started licking and sucking and swirling my tongue around him. I always take time to play with his whole body. I like to rub my breasts against his beard, run the sides of my face over his belly, against those soft hairs that lead south to my target. I sometimes raise a hickey or two just above his groin on each side and I dampen the entire area with my lips and tongue. By then all systems are go for both of us and it is up to my lips, tongue and the judicious use of my teeth to bring pleasure while his hands, tightly tangled in my hair, lead the rhythm and depth of the experience.

At least fifty percent of the time I am granted some form of the request I have made in naming my one thing. Bill can be quite creative in fulfilling my request. Today, after he had come, he rolled me onto my back, reached into the bedside table for the plug, lube and Hitachi. He applied the lube to my rosette as well as the plug and began pressing and releasing the vibrator against my labia and clitoris. He swirled the Hitachi as he pushed the butt plug in and out, loosening that double ring of muscles bit by bit.

All of a sudden he slammed the butt plug in until it was firmly seated, began applying more pressure on the Hitachi and reached with his free hand to grab the strop. He used it on my breasts, beginning with a rhythmic tapping that coincided with additional pressure on my clit, then picked up speed as the strop hit my nipples a bit more firmly, gradually ramping up to a sharp sting. I could feel the shudders building in my abdomen, feel my body tightening up, getting ready for an explosion…and then Bill stopped. Everything was quiet as he stood over me staring deeply into my eyes. The next moment the Hitachi was on again and the strop was smacking again, and within seconds, I was begging for permission to come. He smiled, stayed on his task and and said nothing, knowing I was about to lose control. I begged once more, knowing full well I was at the brink, and he simply nodded. YES! Ignition and lift off!

We have quite a history together of loving springtime and nature and afternoon delights.